Post by LANDON JAMES GIGANDET on Mar 17, 2009 18:06:46 GMT -6
landon james gigandet
DO THE HELEN KELLER AND TALK WITH YOUR HIPS[/color][/font][/center]
"well, landon was my maternal grandfather's name. he died before i was born, so i never personally met him, but he was a war veteran and all that shit so i guess i can't complain about the name. james, though, i'm not happy about. that was passed down to me from my dad, and we aren't on the best of terms as far as anything goes. i want nothing to do with him, and unfortunately my name keeps me tied to him."
AWESOME! SO ARE YOU MALE OR FEMALE? OR SOMETHING ELSE? YOU CAN NEVER BE TOO SURE NOWADAYS..
"well, i am a guy. obviously. most women don't play football, you know. i would none, but there's...well, the weird ones. didn't they make their own league or something?!"
HOW OLD ARE YOU?
"i'm turning twenty-two in about three months. so, i'm twenty-one and my birthday's in june. june 14th, to be exact."
WHERE ARE YOU FROM?
"right here in wells beach, maine, born and raised. don't take that as me liking it here, either, cause i don't really. so many bad memories. but, you know, i think lucy does like it, so i bite the bullet and deal with it."
NOW MOVING ONTO WHAT YOU LOOK LIKE. HOW TALL ARE YOU, AND IF YOU DON'T MIND ME ASKING, HOW MUCH DO YOU WEIGH?
"well, i'm somewhere between 5'11" and 6'. but my official stat is 6'. and i weigh 178 lbs, according to the records, but i've been losing weight lately for some strange reason."
WHAT GENDER ARE YOU MOSTLY INTO: GUYS, GIRLS OR BOTH?
"i'm straight. trust me on that one."
WHAT ARE YOU GOOD AT?
"i'm great at football, and i play the new england patriots, so obviously i'm better than most people. i'm a pretty decent cook too, i must say. if you challenge me to a drinking game, then you're a dumbass because i can hold my alcohol well. okay, i revise that- ANY game and you're a dumbass. i'm just awesome. i'm pretty good at driving. good enough to not get in a single accident (that was my fault) and still drive like a lunatic. oh, and karoake. weird talent, but it's addicting. plus, it's something you do better when you're wasted, which works for me."
COOL. WHAT ARE YOU NOT SO GOOD AT?
"i'm good at everything. i'm perfect. *laugh* just kidding. i'm not good at dealing with people. i'll never be a poster boy, let's put it that way. i'm bad at picking out matching clothes. i'm color blind- completely, monochromacy. so lucy kind of makes sure i look presentable, though apparently most of my clothes are either black, grey, white, or jeans. i didn't do it intentionally. i'm not good with literature. never was, though i passed with good grades still. i just actually, you know, had to work at it."
AWW, THAT SUCKS. WHAT DO YOU LIKE?"
"i like football, obviously. hell, any competitive sport. i like cars, especially older ones. music, almost any kind. action movies. i love my wife. i like food- a lot. i like drinking, and getting together with groups and going to places like karaoke bars and stuff. i enjoy the occasional cigarette too, but it's not a bad habit."
I LIKE SOME OF THOSE THINGS TOO! WHAT DO YOU DISLIKE?
"family. i hate my dad, and i'm beginning to resent my mom for siding with him. not only that, but the thought of family freaks the hell out of me. i mean, they say like father, like son. i'm so worried that, whenever me and lucy do decide to have kids, i'm going to become just like him. i hate people like paris hilton, who are just annoying and get way too much attention. i'm not a big fan of tourists, either, who seem to show up every summer to enjoy new england."
I SEE. WHAT ARE SOME OF THE THINGS THAT YOU FEAR?
"i fear turning into my father. and honestly? right now, i feel like i am. it's awful, but i don't know how to change it. i don't want to hurt lucy that way. i'm afraid to lose her, too. i mean, i don't really deserve her. she's like..perfect. and i'm an arrogant, selfish ass."
WHAT ABOUT THE FUTURE, DO YOU HAVE ANY HOPES AND DREAMS?"
"i obviously want to make a lot of money, to support lucy and help her along with the whole fashion thing, since she loves it. i won't even pretend to know anything about that. maybe, once i've cleaned up a little bit, lucy and i can talk about a family. it's not that i don't want kids at all, just scared."
GOOD LUCK WITH THOSE! OKAY, SO I LIKE ABIT OF GOSSIP. DO YOU HAVE ANY SECRETS? I WON'T TELL ANYONE.
"i'll admit, i have a drinking problem. i don't hurt anyone aside from your occasional bar brawl, but i would never hurt anyone i care about drunk or not. so, right now, i don't see much of a problem with it."
WOW. TELL ME A LITTLE BIT ABOUT YOUR PERSONALITY. I WANNA KNOW WHAT YOU'RE LIKE AS A PERSON.
"first- i'm arrogant. i know that for a fact. i'm smart, and i'm good at what i do, so therefore i think i own the world. not going to lie about that one. i'm not talking smart-for-a-jock, i'm talking second in the class graduating smart. i'm a hard person to get to know, but once you do you'll find i'm not as big an asshole as people think. i'm caring, moreso than i wish i was. i do have a temper, and it's a bad one at that. i'm very opinionated, and i'm the type that thinks i'm always right, so you can get over it. i'm also pretty damn sarcastic, so you can get over that too."
WHAT DO YOU LOOK FOR IN A BOYFRIEND/GIRLFRIEND?
"intelligent. caring. understanding. ambitious. beautiful is a bonus, and one i got."
WELL I GUESS THAT PUTS ME OUT OF THE RUNNING. WHAT DO YOU DISLIKE IN A BOYFRIEND/GIRLFRIEND?
"stupid. self-absorbed. hideous. haha. um, lack of humor."
OKAY, WELL I'M GOING TO ASK WHAT SOME OF YOUR FAVOURITES ARE NOW, OKAY?
"not you. are we fucking done yet?"
FAVOURITE FOOD & DRINK?
"um, beef. and rum & coke."
FAVOURITE MOVIE & TV SHOW?
"lost, then....terminator, i think."
FAVOURITE BAND/SINGER?
"hmm. probably snow patrol, honestly."
FAVOURITE COLOUR?
"really funny. are you just trying to piss me off asking that? COLOR. BLIND."
FAVOURITE LYRIC OR QUOTE?
"believe it or not, i have read a book for the hell of it. favorite quote comes from invisible monsters, by chuck palahniuk. "Our real discoveries come from chaos, from going to the place that looks wrong and stupid and foolish." "
THAT WAS FUN. TELL ME A LITTLE ABOUT YOUR PARENTS.
"james arthur gigandet, fifty-eight or something, mechanic, low life, don't talk to his abusive ass anymore.
denise kimberly gigandet, fifty-two, stay at home mom, takes his side, getting out of touch with her."
DO YOU HAVE ANY SIBLINGS?
"yeah- lilia marie gigandet, sixteen, high schooler, my baby sister. love her to death. i'm considering going through child services to get custody of her."
TELL ME ABOUT A REALLY GOOD TIME IN YOUR LIFE.
"oh, prom. definitely prom. i finally worked up the nerve to ask lucy to something in a more-than-friend way, and god am i glad i did that. she's like, my other half. she keeps me sane. then, you know, engagement, wedding, honeymoon. not necessarily in that order. haha."
THAT SOUNDS AWESOME. WHAT ABOUT A NOT-SO-GOOD TIME ON YOUR LIFE?
"my eigth grade year. my dad had always been bad, but that year it was awful. he almost killed my mom, had i not interrupted. that summer, i started working out, got some muscle, joined the football team, and made him fear me."
OH DEAR. I THINK THIS INTERVIEW IS OVER NOW. HAS ANYONE EVER TOLD YOU THAT YOU LOOK ALIKE LIKE SHIA LABEOUF? COS YOU REALLY DO. THANKS FOR YOUR TIME.
"um, no. i look like me, okay? can you just...go already."
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brittalee
WANTS TO LOVE ME WOO OOH, WILL NEVER LEAVE ME WOO OOH
DON'T TRUST A HO, NEVER TRUST A HO, WON'T TRUST A HO
'CAUSE THE HO WON'T TRUST ME[/color][/font]
HOWEVER, SHE HAPPENS TO BE ONLY AGE YEARS OLD
AND NOT ONLY THAT, BUT ONLY HAS FIVE YEARS OF EXPERIENCE WITH THIS.
IF I CHANGE MY MIND I'LL BE SURE TO CONTACT YOU ON BRITTDEV@GMAIL.COM
TO HIT YOU UP IN THE EST TIMEZONE. HOWEVER, THAT'S ONLY IF YOU
CAN PROVE TO ME THAT YOU'LL BE WORTH MY TIME.
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it was a little past nine on a wednesday and the moon was shining high above the sleepy town of llandysul. not everyone was asleep, of course. some people were watching their favorite tv shows, others were just leaving the local pub. and some...well, they were just waking up. the raven haired, blue eyed girl wandering the streets was one of those people that woke up only after the sun went down, but she had been up for an hour or so now. she was not about to sleep in like they did. one could probably compare her to a child on christmas morning, except it was every evening. it had gotten so bad to where she had woken up once or twice before the sun was really down, and had to stay hidden till it was gone. it was a chore, being a vampire sometimes. at least elisabeth walsh thought so. she was entitled to feel that way, wasn't she? it wasn't a feeling of regret. she would feel similar about a few human things, if she were still human.
no, lis couldn't have been any happier with her life just as it was. she had a very nice set up, any other vampire would agree. well, the non-sadistic ones. she was able to interact with humans on a daily basis, she had seen history, she had witnessed better things than her circumstances had been as a mortal. she was fortunate, indeed. how many people could say they had been a member of marie-antoinette's inner circle? none today, as far as she knew. the only other vampire she'd met in the palace had been killed by the guillotine. she didn't recall what for, but she assumed it was just knowing the royals. of course, he'd been very young, he hadn't seen it coming. no matter, the past was of no importance to the girl tonight. the only thing that enticed her was her destination. currently, she wore a plaid sundress, in a blueish-purple color, with a rather large bow on the breast. the oddest part was the hot pink trim on the skirt. mind you, it was the middle of february, and it was rather cool out. but of course, weather never affected vampires- they could not feel hot or cold. so, to her, the dress was perfect, even if she knew it was not fitting of the weather.
it was always the bare feet, though, that stood out most. if there was one thing the girl avoided if at all possible, it was footwear. she finally found herself in an age where she could skip shoes and not look like a total goof. the owner of the inn had gotten used to her shoeless-ness. so had most of the town, rather. but guests? well, that was an entirely different story. she got quite a few odd looks as she walked right on by, full of intent and purpose. she did, after all, have somewhere to get to. where, might you ask? the river, of course. it was one of her favorite places to retreat to, in a world where there was little nature anymore. she wanted to hop along the rocks on the riverside, feel the mist on her bare legs and maybe even just jump in. what did she have to lose, after all?
as usual, she began to hum lightly to herself, which turned into full on singing, and she danced along merrily as she skipped off the trail towards the river. she wasn't being very stealthy, but then again, she had no reason to. people loved her, albeit thought she was insane. maybe she was. six and a half centuries was a long enough time to lose one's mind, since a lifetime seemed suffice. maybe she'd never been sane. oh well. she loved it anyways. she reached the river, her blue eyes ablaze with glee. like i said, a child on christmas morning, getting a first glimpse of those toys from santa claus. she brought her thumb up to bite it lightly as she debated what to do now that she was actually there. dive in, or idly play? whatever her decision was, she scurried down onto the rocks, too threacherous for any mortal but for her, a piece of cake. and then she just stopped, and was so perfectly still you'd think she was a mortal staring into the eyes of a shark.
no, lis couldn't have been any happier with her life just as it was. she had a very nice set up, any other vampire would agree. well, the non-sadistic ones. she was able to interact with humans on a daily basis, she had seen history, she had witnessed better things than her circumstances had been as a mortal. she was fortunate, indeed. how many people could say they had been a member of marie-antoinette's inner circle? none today, as far as she knew. the only other vampire she'd met in the palace had been killed by the guillotine. she didn't recall what for, but she assumed it was just knowing the royals. of course, he'd been very young, he hadn't seen it coming. no matter, the past was of no importance to the girl tonight. the only thing that enticed her was her destination. currently, she wore a plaid sundress, in a blueish-purple color, with a rather large bow on the breast. the oddest part was the hot pink trim on the skirt. mind you, it was the middle of february, and it was rather cool out. but of course, weather never affected vampires- they could not feel hot or cold. so, to her, the dress was perfect, even if she knew it was not fitting of the weather.
it was always the bare feet, though, that stood out most. if there was one thing the girl avoided if at all possible, it was footwear. she finally found herself in an age where she could skip shoes and not look like a total goof. the owner of the inn had gotten used to her shoeless-ness. so had most of the town, rather. but guests? well, that was an entirely different story. she got quite a few odd looks as she walked right on by, full of intent and purpose. she did, after all, have somewhere to get to. where, might you ask? the river, of course. it was one of her favorite places to retreat to, in a world where there was little nature anymore. she wanted to hop along the rocks on the riverside, feel the mist on her bare legs and maybe even just jump in. what did she have to lose, after all?
as usual, she began to hum lightly to herself, which turned into full on singing, and she danced along merrily as she skipped off the trail towards the river. she wasn't being very stealthy, but then again, she had no reason to. people loved her, albeit thought she was insane. maybe she was. six and a half centuries was a long enough time to lose one's mind, since a lifetime seemed suffice. maybe she'd never been sane. oh well. she loved it anyways. she reached the river, her blue eyes ablaze with glee. like i said, a child on christmas morning, getting a first glimpse of those toys from santa claus. she brought her thumb up to bite it lightly as she debated what to do now that she was actually there. dive in, or idly play? whatever her decision was, she scurried down onto the rocks, too threacherous for any mortal but for her, a piece of cake. and then she just stopped, and was so perfectly still you'd think she was a mortal staring into the eyes of a shark.
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THE LYRICS ARE FROM THE SONG 'DON'T TRUST ME' BY THE LOVELY 3OH!3.
THE LYRICS ARE FROM THE SONG 'DON'T TRUST ME' BY THE LOVELY 3OH!3.
